Cool fingertips circled around my nipple, causing it to stiffen – the touch was light and teasing – and not nearly enough to satisfy the burning ache that throbbed between my legs. Edward's hand travelled south, his fingertips caressing every inch of skin, which caused goose-pimples to erupt over my body and made me shiver. I moaned breathlessly as I rocked my hips forward impatiently. He traced a line across my pelvic bone, from one hip to the other, tracing the hemline of my panties, I trembled in anticipation as my core pulsed with want. Edward's hand continued it's journey, he ghosted over the hair covering my sex before swiping a finger through the moisture that had gathered between my slit. I rocked eagerly into his hand, urging him on, trying to find more of that delicious pleasure he was bringing me.
"Edward," I drew out his name in a desperate whine, I needed more than these soft, teasing, touches. I would do anything if only he would touch me properly.
"Bella," Edward murmured in reply, but his hand didn't go where I wanted it to. I could tell that it was on purpose, and not from a lack of understanding of the female form – Edward would drag his fingers through the lips of my pussy, barely dipping a fingertip into my cunt, before going up to circling around my clit with agonisingly inaccurate accuracy. Always circling just around it, never touching it completely, but just enough to drive me insane. It had to be on purpose, there was no other explanation.
"Edward." I gasped out a moan, "Edward, please." I begged.
"Bella," Edward's voice was louder now, and everything was starting to get fuzzy. "Bella, wake up."
I blinked my eyes open to see that we were still in the hayloft. The darkness outside was chased away by the flickering candlelight. I had snuggled up to Edward's side, one leg flung over his body, my crotch pressed firmly against Edward's muscular thigh, and I quickly came to the horrifying realisation of what had just occurred.
"Oh, my god." I groaned, completely mortified. I pulled away from Edward as if I had been burned and rolled over to my other side, putting my back to Edward and hiding my face in a pillow. My face burned with embarrassment, there was no way that Edward hadn't figured out what I had been dreaming about. In fact, part of me was just a little bit annoyed that he had woken me up before it got to the good part. At this point I was beyond sexually frustrated. I could feel the slick wetness between my thighs, dampening my panties uncomfortably, and I couldn't do a thing about it.
"It's alright." Edward cooed, a gentle hand brushed through my tangled hair.
"It's really not. I'm so embarrassed." I moaned dejectedly into the pillow.
Edward chuckled behind me, and I felt him shift closer, his chest pressed against my back as his lips ghosted across my ear, "Actually, it was kinda hot." he whispered darkly, then with a hand on my waist he rocked his hips firmly into my ass, making it abundantly clear just how hot he had found my little display. "To know that I consume your every thought, that you dream of me touching you so intimately?" he continued and I choked out a gasp as Edward rocked against me again. The hard line of his cock, which strained against his jeans, settled snugly between my ass cheeks for a moment before he backed away. "You were moaning, whimpering my name. My name, Bella, and when you started to grind against my leg? My god, I thought I had died and gone to heaven."
I was equal parts mortified and turned on, both emotions warring for space in my over crowded head. God, I can't believe I had humped Edward in my sleep, only the fact that Edward seemed to like it so much stopped me from dying from embarrassment right then and there.
"Will you tell me?" Edward asked, his hand caressed down my side, across my hip and thigh before travelling back up again, it was a soft, absentminded movement. I knew what he was trying to do, he was trying to make me forget my embarrassment, but I didn't think that was possible. "Will you tell me what you were dreaming about?"
"You… you were touching me." I mumbled quietly.
"Like this?" Edward asked innocently as he continued to stroke up and down my flank. We both knew that's not what I meant. Even if his hand did venture dangerously close to palming over the cheek of my butt – his caress stayed rather chaste, never quite reaching it's destination, only going so far as to suggest a more amorous touch.
"No… not there." I stammered.
"Then where, Bella?" Edward asked as he shifted closer once again – I could feel the length of his hard cock pressing against my ass, the sensation sent a dizzying bolt of desire through my body.
"You know where." my voice a breathy whisper.
"No, I don't think I do." he responded teasingly.
I turned my head to hide my burning face in the pillow and groaned in frustration, the sound muffled by the cushion. "You're teasing me." I accused miserably.
"Maybe," Edward admitted casually. "But I want to hear you say it, I need to hear you say it." Edward's hand stopped stroking my thigh and came up to card through my hair for a moment, pulling it away from my face and neck he pressed a couple of light kisses to my throat. "I don't want to do anything that you're not comfortable with, so I need you to tell me." I could feel the shape of the words on Edward's lips as he spoke into the crook of my neck. "Tell me what you want." he pleaded.
I was silent, unsure on how to phrase my desires. The silence didn't bother Edward, and he began to lovingly caress my thigh again. "In my dream…" I began in a whisper, Edward's hand stilled for the smallest of moments, and then resumed his gentle petting. "You were playing with my nipples, and then…" My heart was pounding so loudly I was sure that everyone in the main house would be able to hear it. "Then you began touching me, stroking my pussy."
Edward's hand stopped moving, and I felt him grip my thigh firmly, firm enough to leave bruises, firm enough that if I were human he would have snapped my femur like a toothpick. "Is that what you want?" he asked hoarsely.
I tried to twist around, turn enough so I could see Edward's face and gauge his expression, but in our current position that wasn't possible. I gave up trying when a particular wriggle caused me to push against Edward's crotch and his hand on my thigh tightened even further as he choked back a groan. "Yes." I whispered, "God yes, please." my voice rose to a desperate whimper.
Edward nuzzled his nose into my hair as he began moving his hand again, he rucked up my shirt just enough to expose the top of my jeans – when his fingertips grazed the skin of my stomach in a cruel mimicry of my dream I let out a pathetic whine, my hips rocking against nothing, moving against my will as my body ached to find the release it had been long denied.
"Patience, my love." Edward growled. I puffed out a breath and forced myself to stay still as Edward undid the button of my jeans with quick fingers and slid the zipper down. Everything felt so… hot, like each touch, each movement was setting every nerve on fire, but in the most pleasurable way. I was breathing heavily, almost gasping with desire as Edward's fingers flirted with the hem of my cotton panties – his fingertips had just dipped beneath the hem, grazed the edge of my pubic hair before he withdrew.
I whined again, unable to form a coherent sentence I began to babble, "Edward, please. I want… I need." I was writhing in place, pushing back against Edward's hard cock as I rubbed my thighs together, trying to find any small amount of pleasure.
"I know, I know." Edward cooed placatingly, he pressed a soft kiss to the back of my neck "I won't stop, I promise." Edward hand curled around my thigh, near the crook of my knee, "I just need a better angle." he murmured as he pulled my leg up, forcing me to open my legs as the one closest to him fell over the top of his thighs. The new position allowed me to see Edward's face, his dark amber eyes, the colour of the sweetest caramel, were blown wide with lust, he looked like a predator – and I realised that I was his prey. I couldn't wait to be devoured by him. Edward was still lying on his side, but now I was propped up against him, my legs spread wide, my chest heaving with each breath – my thoughts felt thick, sticky like maple syrup, as I stared up into Edward's endless gaze. The situation was so erotic, even fully clothed as we were, I couldn't help but think of what we would look like completely naked – my legs splayed open like this, I would have been totally on display, completely at Edward's mercy.
Edward lowered his head and pressed an almost chaste kiss to my lips, the awkward angle not allowing for anything more – and then his hand was back at the hem of my panties, only this time they didn't falter. Edward's hand reached down into my panties, his long fingers had just barely grazed my slit when he let out a groan, "God, Bella. You're so wet."
"You… you're fault." I managed to gasp out, my eyes shut tight, every touch, every graze of Edward's fingers sent new waves of pleasure through my core. It felt unlike anything I had ever felt before, so so much better than any time I had touched myself – it was like night and day.
"My fault?" Edward chuckled darkly. Edward seemed to be… exploring this new region of my body, his fingers parting the lips of my pussy curiously, swirling the wetness around, he dipped just a fingertip into my pussy before he headed northwards with unerring intent. Like a man on a mission, he sought out my clit, and when he found it, he circled it firmly with the pads of two fingers.
I moaned and bucked up against his fingers, "Yes, Edward. There, right there!"
My eyes shot open, and I twisted my head to look at Edward, he was staring at me hungrily as his fingers continued their assault. "Like this?" he breathed, his voice deep with lust.
"Mmhm." I nodded frantically as I began to roll my hips against his hand, each movement caused my ass to press back into Edward's straining erection and he groaned, jolting slightly from the pleasure. Edward continued to rub firm circles on my clit, and it felt so fucking good, I rutted against his hand feverishly, "Faster." I pleaded, "Faster, Edward, please." I whined as I writhed in place. "Harder." I moaned when Edward did as I asked, pressing down against my clit with more force, rubbing my clit faster – jolts of delectable pleasure rushed through me, the muscles in my abdomen coiled tightly in pleasure and I could feel my pussy clench around nothing. It felt so… empty. I had never considered it before, my pussy was just… a part of me, I was never truly aware of it, but by the Goddess I was aware of it now. I was desperate for something inside of me, my pussy seemed to ache with the desire to be filled. My mind conjured up an image of Edward's cock, hard and flushed with arousal, I whined and squirmed in place as I imagined Edward's cock filling me, stretching me with the thickness of it. And it would be a stretch, I knew – all of my experience with self exploration ended with only a finger or two inside of myself, and I tended to prefer to focus on my clit, the urge to have something stuffed in my pussy was a novel one, and one that I was desperate to explore. I couldn't find the words to ask, though, and I wasn't sure I wanted Edward to stop what he was doing anyway – it was all too much and not enough.
I tried to continue to buck my hips, thrashing about in the throws of ecstasy, but Edward simply moved his free hand under my body, curling around to cover my chest with his muscular arm – Edward pinned me in place, holding me against him as he continued to play with my clit. I whined and continued to frantically rut against Edward's hand, but his arm over my chest just tightened like a stone barricade holding me still, forcing me to lie there as he brought me unthinkable pleasure, bringing me closer and closer to that edge. Edward groaned against my ear, and I noticed that he was rutting against my ass as he played with my clit – for some reason that is what sent me over the edge. The pleasure that had been coiling tighter and tighter inside of me suddenly exploded violently, and I couldn't stop myself from releasing a keening wail as I thrashed in Edward's embrace. Wave after wave of unimaginable pleasure crashed over me, and Edward's fingers kept pace, helping me come down from the high my climax had brought me. A few final jolts of pleasure caused me to moan, the sound bordered on a sob of euphoria as a dreamy haze settled behind my eyes.
A loud moan and the stuttering of hips against my ass told me Edward had reached his end as well – his hand was still in my pants, unmoving, but just resting there against my core. Slowly he withdrew his hand from my panties, his fingers glistened with wetness.
"Holy shit." I gasped, still trying to catch my breath. "That… that was… holy shit." I breathed. Edward chuckled and buried his face in my hair, pressing kisses against my head. I scowled playfully and wriggled around until I was laying on my side again, facing Edward. I perched my chin on his chest and looked up at him. "Don't laugh at me." I pouted.
"I'm not laughing at you, my love." Edward reassured me with a soft smile. I smiled back and cuddled up to his side, resting my cheek on his chest as he curled his arms around to hold me.
"I've never cum that hard before in my life." I admitted quietly.
Edward carded his hand through my hair, "I'm just happy I could make you feel good."
"You did." I reassured him, "You were really good." I paused for a moment, "Almost too good… like you knew what you were doing." I added suspiciously. I didn't know what I was suspicious of, I knew Edward would never cheat on me, but maybe… maybe he just hadn't been totally honest about his previous experience with women.
"I may have asked Emmett and Jasper for some advice." he mumbled meekly.
All my suspicions disappeared like smoke, of course, Edward wouldn't lie to me, not about this. I barked out a laugh, "And how did that go?"
"Somehow it was both better, and worse, than I was expecting." he remarked.
I giggled at the thought of that dumpster fire of a conversation. God, I couldn't even imagine.